particular skill is leaving bombs in people's driveways Blank Frank has a memory that's as cold as an iceberg The only time he speaks is in incomprehensible proverbs Blank Frank
Traduzione: Eno, Brian. Blank Frank.
Traduzione: Icehouse. Blank Frank.
you la, la, la, la leave it alone Somebody else's song, somebody else's song You've got no, no, no, no hope on your own Point blank, I'll be frank, rapping
are tendencies Towards supremecy, ask not like John Kennedy Who made your ass hot, remember me See the cause of the blaze Lost in the maze, Frankie
s my game, I just turned eighteen yesterday. I'm blond, I'm tall, I'm full of fun, Give me a call and I'll show you some. Frank met Jane now, and Jane
represent my Maori dialect to maximum strength [Che:] No defense when intense verbals are thrown wildly to be frank you need that ambulance. Start dialling
s be realistic, i'm not egotistic But you, your crew, just not that artistic Point blank your song stank Yo, I know you want the truth, so let's be frank
any Sippin Remy, spitting like the spirit of Big is in me The white Frank Black, I'll ghostwrite for you And charge you nine bank bags for a white blank
(feat. Bizz, Point Blank, Proper Dos) [Chorus: Bizz] Everything you want in me The West Coast got it If you want some bomb sticky trees The West Coast
the morning Cause' we gonna have a real late night I'm gonna be quite frank tonight You can be my white Tyra Banks tonight The one that keep my canvas blank
Mutterficker geh auf Nummer Sicher, das ist euer Absturz, Farid Bang hart wie Frank Dux, jetzt ist Bloodsport! Hook: Ich komm mit neuem Album, denn mein Konto ist Blank
das Kind kriegt Brei. Frank: Und zur Kronung dieser Mahlzeit, hol ich Kognak her. Chor: Das gibt ein Geschrei...! Frank: Und dann spar ich mir die Windeln, werd' es blank
in the world . . . In the world . . . world . . . Tomorrow I may do it . . . All the Frank Zappa Masters . . . Nothing . . . Blank . . . Empty . . . Space . . . That's what they are now . . . Blank
Ole ole, ole ole, ole ole, ole ole [Part 3: Benny Blanko] Ich dachte ich steh mal zu mein Vater, ware Frank Sinatra, als ich tot besoffen in ner Karaoke
is scarin ya You don't know, and half of y'all brothers can't flow I'm Texas Swift, down South, they call me Frankie Joe Keep pushin rigs, Mack trucks
s up homeboy Lil' Rob back up in this motherfucker homey Kicking back with Royal T, Frank V, Yogi, Silencer, and True Breed Spanish Fly and Point Blank